Chapter 262 Emotions Don't Allow It (+28)

Lunch consisted of simple stir-fries.

However, due to the hot weather, everyone's appetite was poor, and they ate less than usual. On the contrary, everyone ate quite a lot of the iced drinks that Uncle Chen made, without worrying about getting diarrhea.

Ling Ran held a large bowl containing chilled fruit salad. It was icy cold, and each bite was bursting with flavor.

Pei Yi and his team dismantled a number of car engines, planning to modify them later that night.

There were a lot of ice cubes in a basin on one side, and several small fans were blowing, making the room slightly cool.

After finishing her meal, Ling Ran sorted through the supplies in her space, taking out things like fans and putting them into Chen Nian Shen's space.

Winter clothes and quilts were all put back into Ling Ran's space.

After organizing the supplies, no one stayed indoors for long; it was too hot, and it was much more comfortable to get in the car and enjoy the air conditioning.

The weather was hot, and Ling Ran was feeling drowsy. In addition, the roads in Shanxi Province were really winding, and the constant turning around made Ling Ran dizzy.

After finishing the simple popsicle in her hand, she tilted her head slightly, intending to go to sleep.

The sunlight streamed through the car window and shone directly on her. Even with her eyes closed, she felt the sunlight was too strong, so she found a simple curtain to cover the car window and block out the sunlight.

Now I feel comfortable.

Seeing that Ling Ran had closed her eyes and was sleeping, the others stopped chatting and prepared to go to sleep as well.

Poor Pei Xiu was driving alone; everyone around him was asleep, making him want to sleep too. He could only force himself to concentrate and try his best to drive.

As the sun set, Pei Xiu noticed that Gu Zijing's car ahead had slowed down.

After driving a little further, he finally saw that there were people ahead of him.

In the open space ahead, probably in a sparsely populated village street, there were many zombie corpses around those people, and green liquid was flowing all over the ground.

The group appeared to be about a dozen people, clearly divided into two groups. Two of them were kneeling on the ground, seemingly pleading for something.

The person being begged had a cold expression, raised his hand, and killed one of the people kneeling on the ground.

Seeing her husband killed without hesitation, the woman lunged at the man who had done it, yelling, "You're not human! You're not human! My husband isn't a zombie! He might be alive! He might be alive!"

The person she grabbed was also a woman. Despite the sweltering heat, she was still wearing long pants and long sleeves, her skin was tanned to a wheat color, and her hair was shaved into a buzz cut. If it weren't for the bulge in her chest, she could easily be mistaken for a man.

The woman with the buzz cut, held captive, coldly stated the facts: "He's been captured by a zombie, and he's a level three ability user. If he turns into a zombie, he'll become a level three or even a level four zombie. If we don't kill him now, we'll all die once he turns into a zombie!"

"But……"

The woman cried, but could not speak.

The woman with the buzz cut was telling the truth, and she couldn't refute it.

If we don't kill them now, they'll all die once they turn into zombies.

She was rational and clear-headed, but her emotions wouldn't allow it, and without her husband, life would be even more difficult for her in the apocalypse.

The woman with the buzz cut ignored her, pushed her aside, and looked into the distance: "A car is coming."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several cars sped toward them from the end of the straight road.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone instantly became alert, with those carrying supplies hiding behind the crowd, on high alert.

These are supplies they painstakingly collected; they can't let anyone steal them.